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cimmerian refractions
she whispered
youre about as sexy as a rainbow
he hit her like the [/font]afterthought of pain[/font][/font][/font]
lingering across dark skies drenched in tears
his whimpers became echos of pleasure
caressing her ears with the chaotic sounds of color [/font][/font][/font]
the way that darkened shadows screamed[/font][/font][/font]
caused her to cream with excitement
sometimes she just wanted to eat him alive
let her tongue savor his thickness
she craved to slowly lick him, from the calf up
tasting the way his fingers danced across words
his prints encrypted upon sheets of saliva[/font][/font][/font]
the salty lining of desire that would perspire[/font][/font][/font]
from the crowning of prismatic creation
crouched in dusty corners like a mental patient
where shredded pillows of dirty indigo linen
bound him to the twisting of lace like pages
[/font]
qualities of dementia were such a sexy[/font] attribute[/font][/font][/font]
and his insanity was something she just couldnt refute
she yearned to be submerged in his sinister tone
the depth of baritone twisted formalities[/font][/font][/font]
surfaces commanding her to submit to his realities
his scent remained upon her lips for days
the smell of lust loitering the brim of her inhibitions
perfectly placed like the toes of a ballerina dancing
he made her spin in sadistic [/font][/font][/font]circles until she bled
see he
he had this way of seizing her fantasies
and tearing each and every one into shreds
jagged visions scraping along the scape of her mind
threatening to pull her into the abyss of passion
he fed her aggressive invasions until her throat swelled from the flavor
his pupils transfixed upon her speaking a horrendous language
"shut up bitch.........................savor this stream"
his touch was like the admission of a wet dream
reflected in the moisture left soaking along her panty line
she became asphyxiated upon releasing his layers
the way that he contrasted the arcs of beauty
to nauseating to be looked upon with clarified sight
he was like the night sky canvased in moments of fear
where breath slowly surrendered to suffocation
because his presence
made it hard to breathe
hands that cut deeply just to watch the red drain
flesh scarred in permanent stains of palm prints
he fondled her existence from the outside in
beautiful blemishes of tarnished violet
his pigment was hues of violent discoloration
forced into the lining of her cheeks
where he domineeringly gagged her with purity
causing her to choke on the dark side of the spectrum
© Copyright Feb. 22, 2011
youre about as sexy as a rainbow
he hit her like the [/font]afterthought of pain[/font][/font][/font]
lingering across dark skies drenched in tears
his whimpers became echos of pleasure
caressing her ears with the chaotic sounds of color [/font][/font][/font]
the way that darkened shadows screamed[/font][/font][/font]
caused her to cream with excitement
sometimes she just wanted to eat him alive
let her tongue savor his thickness
she craved to slowly lick him, from the calf up
tasting the way his fingers danced across words
his prints encrypted upon sheets of saliva[/font][/font][/font]
the salty lining of desire that would perspire[/font][/font][/font]
from the crowning of prismatic creation
crouched in dusty corners like a mental patient
where shredded pillows of dirty indigo linen
bound him to the twisting of lace like pages
[/font]
qualities of dementia were such a sexy[/font] attribute[/font][/font][/font]
and his insanity was something she just couldnt refute
she yearned to be submerged in his sinister tone
the depth of baritone twisted formalities[/font][/font][/font]
surfaces commanding her to submit to his realities
his scent remained upon her lips for days
the smell of lust loitering the brim of her inhibitions
perfectly placed like the toes of a ballerina dancing
he made her spin in sadistic [/font][/font][/font]circles until she bled
see he
he had this way of seizing her fantasies
and tearing each and every one into shreds
jagged visions scraping along the scape of her mind
threatening to pull her into the abyss of passion
he fed her aggressive invasions until her throat swelled from the flavor
his pupils transfixed upon her speaking a horrendous language
"shut up bitch.........................savor this stream"
his touch was like the admission of a wet dream
reflected in the moisture left soaking along her panty line
she became asphyxiated upon releasing his layers
the way that he contrasted the arcs of beauty
to nauseating to be looked upon with clarified sight
he was like the night sky canvased in moments of fear
where breath slowly surrendered to suffocation
because his presence
made it hard to breathe
hands that cut deeply just to watch the red drain
flesh scarred in permanent stains of palm prints
he fondled her existence from the outside in
beautiful blemishes of tarnished violet
his pigment was hues of violent discoloration
forced into the lining of her cheeks
where he domineeringly gagged her with purity
causing her to choke on the dark side of the spectrum
© Copyright Feb. 22, 2011
Published 22nd May 2011
| Edited 24th May 2011
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Anonymous
22nd May 2011 5:10am
You certainly have a knack with words, Gi!
"she craved to slowly lick him, from the calf up
tasting the way his fingers danced across words"...
...a few of my favorite lines from this piece. Your flow is visceral and poetic, but real as well.
Very well done!
"she craved to slowly lick him, from the calf up
tasting the way his fingers danced across words"...
...a few of my favorite lines from this piece. Your flow is visceral and poetic, but real as well.
Very well done!
22nd May 2011 1:03pm
25th May 2011 4:45am
I think this was beautifully executed change nothing sweets good good job
